Finally. Stiles and Scott had arrived at the hotel. What a terrible trip was that! Stiles thought.
'It all started with arriving at the airport, not on time of course, no, they were 20 minutes to late. And since none of them had ever flown in an airplane before, they had had no idea where to go. Luckily they got to the plane in time. If they would have arrived only 2 minutes later the family Stilinski and McCall wouldn't have made it.
When Scott and Stiles had arrived at their seat they had a fight about who got to sit by the window, eventually Scott won.
After the plane got in the air, Stiles got a little scared, okay maybe very scared, he would never tell this to Scott though. And who could blame him, it was the first time he was in a plane and he had heard a lot about plane crashes. To make the flight even worse there was a really annoying kid behind him who kept on kicking to his chair. Right at the time they got to hear the pilot say they had to wait just a little while longer because there was a delay Stiles gave up and went to sleep.'
Back at the hotel Stiles thought about his dream, what it meant, or who that beautiful boy was. Wow! Wait right there. Beautiful boy? When did that happen. All right, he had to admit, they boy was really beautiful, gorgeous even, but Stiles wasn't gay.
He placed his head on his pillow and relived the dream in his mind.
'Stiles placed his head on his towel near the swimming pool. He wore his favourite swimming shorts and the sun felt great, not to hot and not to cold, the perfect weather. The pool was absolutely gorgeous, there were 4 water glides, a bar, a spring-board, beautiful girls and a few boys of his age who seemed pretty cool. Stiles noticed one boy in particular, he had dark brown hair with what looked like green eyes, he didn't really have a good look.
Stiles was distracted by the muscles, how could a guy this young, all right he could be about a year older than him, but still. How could beautiful be so muscular? And did he really just call him 'beautiful'? Yes, the boy was absolutely gorgeous, but since when did he give somebody who is not Lydia that nickname? Stiles decided to just forget about the boy and listen to some music.
When Stiles opened his eyes it was already half past 5, he hadn't even realized he had fallen asleep. Hmm, I'm pretty hungry, let's see if they've got some burgers at the bar, Stiles thought.
To get to the bar he had to walk past the Ping-Pong table and the first thing he saw made him smile a little. It was the beautiful boy playing Ping-Pong with one of the little boys form around here, he couldn't have been older than 7. It was the most adorable thing he had ever seen. Apparently Stiles had been staring, because suddenly the boy looked right into his brown eyes. He turned red and quickly looked away. It was right at that moment Stiles had fallen for him, the boy from the dream.'
Stiles opened his eyes, he couldn't believe it. Falling in love with someone he met in a freaking dram! And the most disturbing part, he was a guy! Something was definitely wrong with him. Not that he had anything against gay guys or course, he even liked some of them, in a friendly way. Like Danny, the goalkeeper of the lacrosse team, you could say they were friends, sort of. Anyway, back to the real world. Because Stiles still hadn't unpacked yet, unlike Scott, who must have already left, checking out the hotel or something. When Stiles was finished with unpacking he decided to wait for Scott to come back. He had been gone for almost an hour, he should be home any minute now, at least that was what Stiles thought.
Another hour went by and Scott still hadn't come home yet, he sure took his time. When yet another hour went by Stiles began to worry, Scott would never leave for this long alone. Maybe their parents were with him, Stiles really hoped he was right. To be sure he left the apartment to the apartment of their parents, but as he walked up to the front door his dad opened the door. 'Dad, have you seen Scott?' 'No son, is something wrong?' 'No, it's nothing I'll leave you alone now. Bye.' 'Yeah. Bye.' Sheriff Stilinski answered. 'Okay if Scott isn't home and not at their parents, where the hell could he be?' Stiles said to himself. To be sure Stiles went to his apartment to look for Scott again, maybe had had come home when he was gone. And then he remembered, Scott had a fucking phone! He can just call him. But the moment the phone rang, he heard it in the other room, Scott's room. The dumb ass forgot to take his phone with him. 'I'm going to kill him!' but first he had to find him.
He decided to look at the pool, that's the first place Scott could be, aside from his mom.
Stiles arrived at the pool, it seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he'd seen it before, maybe it was in a picture or something.
There he was, Scott, dancing near the pool with some people. Stiles was relieved he had found him, but also mad at him so out of nowhere he pushed Scott in the water.
The sight of Scott, wet and confused, still in his clothes, made him laugh, Stiles wasn't really that mad anymore.
But when he looked up he didn't know if this was real or just another dream. At the other side of the pool, there he was, the boy from his dream.